As he played, she started become restless. She stood up, tightening the towel around her body, and started wandering around the cabin. It was small and simple, but now that she was free from her former frenzied cloud of confusion, she was significantly less repulsed by it. Not to say that she liked it. But it was…well, not acceptable, but certainly not as bad as she'd first thought.

The bed was big and comfortable. The rest of the bedroom was sparse; just a wardrobe in the corner by the window and a vanity across the room, presumably for her. She'd already seen the bathroom. It was better than she would have expected. If this was supposed to be Joe's grandfather's cabin, it shouldn't have had running water. Maybe that modern improvement was for her too. A small smile played on Fiona's lips as she walked into the kitchen.

The large scrubbed wood table dominated the room. The rest of the room was similarly rough and used, but it was much cleaner than that cesspool she had tolerated at Joe's apartment. Clean was definitely an improvement.

As she stared at the kitchen sink, not really focusing her eyes in any particular way, the thought crossed her mind—why was she here? Was this punishment? Had Papa put her here as a cruel joke? She'd once asked to have one more great love affair, and she'd gotten it. She'd had many others in the past, so why was she stuck here in a piece of shit cabin with the Axeman? As far as she could tell, he had never done enough to earn his own personal heaven with her for all eternity. He certainly did love her; she didn't doubt that. But was that really enough to warrant her eternal damnation?

A hand touched her shoulder. She turned quickly to find Joe behind her.

"Sorry to scare you," he apologized quietly.

Fiona hadn't even realized the music had stopped. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Everything alright?"

She wasn't sure how to answer that question. She wasn't sure she wanted to answer that question at all. Her impulse was to silence him with a fiery kiss, but she restrained herself. She wasn't ready to experiment with their lovemaking again so quickly. So instead, she deflected. "What do we do all day? Just lie around in between orgasms?"

He chuckled. "Well, it depends on the day. Sometimes you wake up and you're a little more…obstinate."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, today you clocked me pretty good."

"And you hit me right back," she interjected.

"I don't always do that," he replied, not a hint of humor in his voice.

She narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't need him to do her any favors.

He continued, "So depending on my mood when you get up and how susceptible you are to what I tell you, sometimes we spend hours yelling. And sometimes you annoy me enough that I leave to go fishing and just leave you here. You can't leave, so I don't know what you do."

"You just leave me here? I'm sure I break things over your head when you get back." Even if she didn't remember him doing it, she could still be irritated with it.

"You have, actually." His hand absent-mindedly went up to the back of his head.

Fiona grinned. Nice to know that even in the afterlife with no magic, she was still herself. "And this is heaven for you?"

His mouth spread into his trademark sexy smile. "Today is." He reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"I'm sorry you have to explain this every single day, though."

He shrugged. "You don't usually ask this many questions."

"Which brings me back to my first question: what the hell do we do all day?"

"Sometimes we go on a walk. I've tried to take you fishing with me. Though you don't like that too much. I think you just like leaving the cabin."

"So I can leave?" She rested her hands on his arms, leaning back slightly in the excitement of that possibility.

He didn't like dashing her hopes, but he'd done it many times already, each day they went through different versions of the same charade. "Not without me," he explained. "Believe me, you've tried. Apparently you've thrown things at the windows, but they won't break. So I guess even though you don't have magic, it's here."

Fiona frowned, scanning the room. Her brow furrowed as she closed her eyes.

"What?"

She pushed away from him gently, extricating herself from his arms. "I'm trying to feel it. Something. Anything."

"And?"

She opened her eyes. "Nothing." Her heart constricted in her chest at that realization. She'd never been so utterly powerless. And even worse, she had no answers. She lacked her magic and she lacked information. But Fiona Goode had never been one to be outwitted by anyone, human or otherwise. She would find a way to figure out what she needed.